Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.